And now the tongue like a drum takes hold: a mantra following some distant thunder
that happened in some prehistoric time…..and warned a tribe of some doom and devastation,
somehow still being turned to automated rhyme even in this twentieth century nation.
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A passioned poem about a disease that the writer may have experience first hand with someone close who suffers from this disease. It is a graphic description of how someone helplessly meet and observe a person who is dear, and all the emotions that well up during such a meeting: helpless sympathy, pity, rage, endless questioning of the purpose of existence, loneliness, abhorrence from people ignorant of the disease. An excellent write.10+
Thank you for this thoughtful accurate reflection upon my poem. You rally shed light on a complicated mental experience!
This is an aestheticized cathection of the trauma of hanging out with somebody with Tourette Syndrome and all the times we were in public and a spasm would happen and I had to bite my tongue while she did anything but bite her own. A poeticization of the illness, perhaps out of rage and traumatic laughter at the subjection to it in a friend.
An exceptionaly insightful poem. Thank youJulia for your comments.